Song Of Truth.
"Music is all around me. The violin plays softly, but casts a grim tune. The song of the dead, after they've arisen from their ungrateful eternal slumber... the hungry souls of those departed, search for the fragments of truth that is left of this soul of mine, and retreat, heads hung low in failure. All we live for is the truth, and even in death, the truth is impossible, so we bow our head in surrender to our fate, and float around, looking for the one chance to crush the sky's limit, and to defy the ideal dogmas the world declares we must be. That too, ends in failure, so we constantly search ourselves, for the meaning of life, only to find that there is no meaning. There are only misconceptions of an idea that does not exist... and so we go through the hardest of lives, to search for a greater purpose, to simply find we are only pawns in a great plan. But is it really that great? Is it worth surrendering your soul to?
Merciless perils strike our defenseless life within nature, and